The Plan

The Devil’s got a plan for you…
To conquer the world, and own it too!
Have everything women, oil and gold
A face lift when you get old

What a thought! What a wish!
You thought you came up with this dish
Think again if you can,
These seeds were planted by another man!

Success you think is a chain of gold
A diamond encrusted dream
Amass it all that is the way to win
Happiness you think, made of things

Their opinions matter a voice says
Win it and you will get it right
You work for it all your life
Brush aside your children, your wife

Climb the ladder head held down
All that matters is how high you get
I got it you think… I am above it all
I have the money, what more can I want?

You look up to grinning that faces mock you
The ladder is longer still, there are many above you
The irony smites you, there is another ladder to get to
There is no rest for the greed in you

Clamour, you run to it
Climbing it with all your might
Devouring everything in your way
You are on top again

The ground below crumbles away
The plan now falls in place
You own the world, you have it all
Not a word you have to say

Empty and rich you burn away
Wishing you had your past again
But, the Devil has a plan for you
Yes you…